Those little things *grumbles*

It's those little things that make or break

wondering how much emotion my heart can take

sometimes they come in strong and true

and others, I could run from you

A pen as my sword, I dash and weave

all the while I want to believe

fighting myself, the battle untold

feelings not to be bought or sold

At the end of the day they get to me

these little things that threaten "we"

how could these things hold so much weight

when strapped together a strange, bittersweet taste

How do I find the center in me

when the worlds upside down, entangled in weeds

am I strong enough to fight this through

especially if it means I'll still be with you.

Reviews

[Chris]

Finding a center is not always as easy as we wish... and yet as people we are not marking time at one place on a line - we are the WHOLE line. Being accepted as who we are is about the most important decision that needs to be made and followed.

a thought full work here.